Honestly, every girl dreams of owning a super cute blog whether that’s about fashion, food, or life. We see Tumblr pages while stuffing our faces with food and just admire the art of blogging.

Why do we blog? Why do they blog? Why do I blog?

I mean, it all really depends. Those people with fashion blogs have their blogs as advertisements for their sponsors and to show off their fabulousness and probably also their body and looks. People who blog about food and traveling have their blogs to share with the world what they eat and do, but also to show off the lives they live.

I would love to be blogging because of that, I must say. However, no company is going to send me clothes for me to pose in. I also do not have the money to go traveling around the world and eat the fancy-looking foods. Realistically, it’s just not happening.

But guess what doesn’t cost me money or a sponsor: my opinions.

I am a pretty blunt and honest person. People don’t really get the gist when I say that so I shall share some real life examples:

  1. Girls have a tendency to tell each others that they look beautiful. If someone in my clique is unsure about what they have on even though everyone is telling her that she looks stunning, she will come to me because I will give them the truth, no matter how brutal that is.
  2. I am a member of the Student Leadership Team. We plan school events like banquet and Sadies. But the team consists of quite the number of people and we are bound to come across things we disagree with. Usually, if someone is against an idea, they come to me to tell the leader about it. Of course, this doesn’t mean that they will stand on my side even if it’s technically their side. Instead, if someone disagrees with my–their–idea, they will quickly jump to that sides and start arguing against me, against their point. Logic.

As you can see, this honesty get’s used a lot. But I really don’t mind.

I am also a very opinionated person. So add brutal honesty with strongly opinionated together and produce the wonderful me. You probably guessed that if you had read my past posts.

And these blog posts are a great way to let my opinions out. No one has to read it; it’s just me ranting. People don’t have to agree with my stance; it’s just my opinion. But I would love it if someone read it, now or later, and learned something new, learned something that they had never known before. Maybe my posts, which contain honesty and opinions, can help broaden the view and ideas of someone else.

Word of the Day: alexithymia
(n.) the inability to express your feelings.

Advanced Placement English Language and Composition

Education is not granted to everyone. But it definitely is taken for granted often.

And I, too, take education for granted. I can’t help it; school is boring and often requires me to stay up either doing homework or studying for tests I will fail anyways. Just for your information, I suck at taking tests.

But guess what class doesn’t give tests: Advanced Placement English Language and Composition, also known as AP Lang.

We get vocabulary quizzes but that’s about it. It’s also not too often we have to take those quizzes. Plus, 15 words a week really isn’t too hard. Bahaha that’s a total lie. I failed half of those quizzes.

As far as tests go, that’s the only quizzing you get, apart from the AP exam given by CollegeBoard at the end of the year which contains reading comprehension and three essays. But that’s optional so…

Because it’s a composition class, the people in charge of AP’s apparently don’t care about reading literature works. Therefore, there hasn’t been a lot of book reading assignments. However, we have to read multiple essays and annotate them. And if we do read a book, instead of looking at the actual story line, we focus more on how the author wrote the book.

This makes most if not all of our projects and in class discussions about literary devices–imagery, tone, diction, connotation, etc.

The class’ main point is to write and surprisingly, I started with the biggest writer’s block. I used to be able to just stitch words together and formulate a poem, short story, and just… most types of writing. But ever since the beginning of my Freshmen year, that “skill” was no longer owned by me. I… don’t really know why.

And then it was the beginning of my Junior year where I walked into the AP Lang classroom, an empty binder in one hand and a frustrating writer’s block in the other. As a student of a college level writing class, we were required to do a lot of work.

I must say, I started the year on the wrong foot. We had two summer assignments, one of which we had to read a nonfiction book and post a small summary of it on a classroom site. I did it during the first half of summer, and had fun all summer, forgetting everything about the book. But turns out, something went wrong and the post did not post. Thus, I started with an F, a 0% in the class.

Once the class actually started, we needed to write different kinds of essays. I also failed that. Previously, I had enough essay knowledge to ace essays with a writers’s block. However, now that I was in a college level class, my essays had to be in the college level, and it was to be graded with a college rubric.

Yeah, sucks to be me. My essay grades aren’t that impressive anymore. But now that the first semester is ending, I look back and I am rather impressed at myself. At this point in time, I have learned more about writing and my essay skills have improved greatly. Looking back at the first couple essays I did, I really don’t understand how I got the grades I did; I was such a horrible writer back then.

Basically, this class has taught me how to cope with my writer’s block instead of overcome it. It has made me feel like I can actually live with this stupid writer’s block. I honestly don’t know if that’s a good thing or not. I know how to survive with it, but now I don’t feel the need to recover and get over it. Maybe it’s both.

Word of the Day: soigné
(adj.) possessing an aura of sophistication in dress, manner, or design; presented or prepared with an elegance attained through care for the finer details